Orm knew something was up the second she stepped out of the bedroom and saw twice the usual number of guards standing around the house.

Lingling was sitting at the dining table, casually drinking her morning coffee as if her entire property hadn't turned into a military base overnight.

Orm rubbed her temple. "Ling."

Lingling looked up, all innocence. "Good morning, baby."

Orm narrowed her eyes. "Why does it look like we're preparing for war?"

Before Lingling could answer, Alek strolled in, clipboard in hand, looking way too serious for someone who normally spent half his day dodging work.

"Alright, listen up!" Alek clapped his hands, gathering the attention of the new security personnel stationed in the house. "Since Boss has been receiving threats, security is now doubled. That means more of you guys standing around looking scary." He gestured vaguely around the room.

Orm crossed her arms. "And what about me?"

Alek smirked. "That's where the fun part comes in." He turned back to the security team. "Aside from protecting Boss, top priority is protecting Orm and Mae."

Orm sighed. "I don't need a—"

Lingling slid an arm around Orm's waist, cutting her off. "You're getting a bodyguard, baby. Non-negotiable."

Alek continued, holding up his clipboard. "Now, all of you, listen carefully, because this is very important."

He cleared his throat dramatically.

"What Orm wants, Orm gets."

Silence. The guards blinked at him.

Alek scowled. "Did I stutter? I said, 'What Orm wants, Orm gets.'"

One of the newer guys hesitantly raised a hand. "...Sir, is this, uh, an official rule?"

Alek turned to Lingling for confirmation. Lingling, sipping her coffee, nodded. "Absolutely."

Orm groaned, rubbing her temples. "Oh my god."

Alek grinned. "See? Straight from the Boss. So, memorize it. In fact—" He smirked. "—repeat after me."

The guards exchanged uncertain glances. Alek clapped his hands again. "Come on, I wanna hear it!"

"What Orm wants... Orm gets?" the group chanted, completely unsure of themselves.

Alek shook his head. "No, no, no. With conviction. Again!"

This time, the group yelled in unison, "WHAT ORM WANTS, ORM GETS!"

Orm physically cringed. She turned to Lingling, who looked way too pleased with herself.

"I hate both of you," Orm muttered.

Lingling kissed her cheek. "You love us."

Alek clapped his clipboard against his palm. "Alright, let's run some scenarios so you guys don't mess this up."

He pointed at one of the guards. "You. imagine Orm wants bubble tea. What do you do?"

The guard hesitated. "...Get her bubble tea?"

Alek nodded approvingly. "Good. But if she wants a very specific flavor from a shop across the city, and it's raining, then what do you do?"

"...Still get her bubble tea?"

Alek snapped his fingers. "See? You're learning."

Orm groaned louder, grabbing a pillow from the couch and burying her face in it.

Alek ignored her and moved on. "Now, next scenario. Orm wants to go out, but Boss doesn't want her to leave. What's the correct response?"

The guards hesitated. Lingling raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Finally, one guy cleared his throat. "...Check with Boss first?"

Alek gasped dramatically. "Wrong!" He looked at Lingling. "Boss, what's the correct answer?"

Lingling smirked. "Find a way to make it work."

Alek pointed at the group. "Exactly! Figure it out. That's your job."

The guards nodded seriously. Orm lifted her head from the pillow, staring at everyone like they had collectively lost their minds.

Alek clapped his hands again. "Alright, final test, what do we say?"

The guards, in full synchronization, chanted:

"WHAT ORM WANTS, ORM GETS!"

Orm sighed deeply, looking at Lingling. "Are you happy now?"

Lingling kissed her cheek again, grinning. "Very."

After the ridiculous security briefing, Orm had retreated to the living room, still trying to process how her life had turned into this.

She leaned against the couch, arms crossed, watching as Lingling casually scrolled through her phone like she hadn't just turned their home into a government-protected facility.

"...So, do I even have any freedom left?" Orm asked dryly.

Lingling glanced up with a lazy smirk. "Baby, you have all the freedom you want."

Orm raised an eyebrow. "I have a bodyguard now."

Lingling set her phone down and scooted closer, resting her chin on Orm's shoulder. "Only because I love you."

Orm rolled her eyes. "Possessive."

Lingling kissed her cheek. "Protective."

Before Orm could argue, Alek strolled in, eating a chocolate bar like he didn't just humiliate her in front of a group of trained professionals earlier.

"Oh, Boss." Alek leaned against the wall. "Since security is super tight now, you should probably tell Orm about your weakness."

Lingling's expression immediately darkened.

Orm blinked. "Wait. What weakness?"

Lingling glared at Alek. "Shut up."

Alek smirked. "She's insanely ticklish."

Orm's eyes lit up. Lingling immediately stood up. "Don't."

Orm slowly smiled. "Oh?"

Alek grinned wider. "Especially here—" he gestured to his sides "—just a little poke, and she's done for."

Lingling turned to Orm, looking seriously betrayed. "Baby. No."

Orm was already moving.

"BABY, WAIT—"

Orm pounced, fingers digging into Lingling's ribs.

Lingling screamed. Actually screamed.

"ORM—STOP—!"

Orm did not stop. She straddled Lingling's lap, mercilessly tickling her sides.

Lingling collapsed onto the couch, kicking, flailing, completely losing her mind.

Alek was dying laughing.

"Boss, you're so weak!"

"ORM—" Lingling wheezed, gasping for air. "I—I SWEAR—"

Orm grinned evilly.

"What's the rule, baby?" she teased, tickling harder.

Lingling screamed again, tears in her eyes.

"W-WHAT ORM WANTS, ORM GETS—STOP—!"

Orm finally relented, collapsing against Lingling, laughing so hard her stomach hurt. Lingling was panting, trying to recover.

She shot Alek a murderous glare. "I'm going to kill you."

Alek, still grinning, gave her a lazy salute. "Worth it."

Lingling turned back to Orm, still glaring. "Baby. I'm getting revenge."

Orm smirked. "Sure, babe. Try."

Later that night, Orm let out a deep sigh as she walked out of work, stretching her arms above her head. Two personal bodyguards followed her like shadows, their expressions neutral, their posture stiff.

At first, she had protested against having security tailing her every move, but Lingling and Alek didn't leave any room for negotiation. Now, after days of enduring their constant presence, she had an idea, a little experiment to test the What Orm Wants, Orm Gets rule.

She smirked to herself. Time to see if Alek trained them properly.

Her stomach growled, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

Street food.

Not just any street food, the good kind. The kind sold in the alleyway Lingling absolutely prohibited her from going to.

Orm took a step toward the direction of the alley.

Immediately, both bodyguards moved in front of her, blocking her path.

"Miss Orm," one of them said stiffly, "Boss Lingling specifically instructed that you are not to enter that alleyway."

Orm tilted her head, amused. "Oh? Is that so?"

The guards stood firm.

She crossed her arms. "You remember the rule, don't you?"

Both men visibly tensed. They had been forced to memorize it under Alek's strict training, and if they didn't follow it, they were as good as fired.

The first guard hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. "Uh..."

The second let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping. "What Orm wants..."

The first one groaned and finished, "...Orm gets."

A victorious grin spread across Orm's face.

"Great," she said cheerfully. "Let's go get some grilled pork skewers."

The two guards looked at each other, then at Orm, then at each other again, defeated.

The alley was dimly lit, the scent of sizzling meat and spices filling the air. Orm approached her favorite stall, completely unfazed by the wary glances of the few people lingering nearby.

Her bodyguards, however, looked extremely on edge. One of them kept scanning the surroundings, the other was murmuring something into his earpiece.

Orm ignored them, focused on the skewers lined up on the grill.

"Three, please," she told the vendor, who immediately started preparing her order.

As she waited, she glanced over at her guards. "Relax, you two. This place isn't that bad."

The first guard gave her a skeptical look. The second one was already looking over his shoulder every five seconds.

The vendor handed her the skewers, and just as Orm was about to take a bite. A familiar voice rang through the alley.

"Orm."

Shit.

She turned slowly to see Lingling standing at the entrance of the alleyway, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Alek stood beside her, looking like he wanted to laugh but was wise enough not to.

The bodyguards immediately stiffened like soldiers caught slacking off.

Lingling walked forward, stopping right in front of Orm, her sharp eyes scanning the alley. "Are you out of your mind?" she said, voice calm but dangerously low.

Orm, chewing her skewer, blinked innocently. "I was just hungry."

Lingling snatched the skewer out of her hand. "And you decided to eat here?"

Orm pouted. "It's good."

Lingling took a deep breath, rubbing her temple. "I banned you from this alley for a reason, Orm. Do you know what kind of people—" She cut herself off, shaking her head. "Never mind. We're leaving."

Orm stayed put. "Wait, I'm not done eating—"

Lingling grabbed her wrist. "You are now."

Orm glanced back at her bodyguards, who quickly looked away, pretending they weren't there. Alek, meanwhile, smirked like he was enjoying the whole thing.

As Lingling dragged Orm out of the alley, Orm sighed dramatically.

"Well, at least now I know the rule works."